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Waves |
by Francine Schwartz
There it is again—
Waves
Of you.
It happens so often
Especially
When it's windy.
A gust of you,
A mounting whisper
Through the leaves and grass.
A melody
Brings a remembrance.
And another.
And I find myself
Floating amidst,
Embracing the moments.
As always,
I turn my head
To see you more closely.
To hear you more clearly.
As if I could.
As always,
Missing you.
Bittersweet
It is.
Because you're just out of reach.
Always.
And yet,
You surround me.
That impossible impasse
Between where you are
And I am.
The belief that somehow
I can reach far enough
To get there.
But
It's only you
Who
Can come to me.
Which you do
Especially when it's windy.
Francine Schwartz lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area. She has published articles, reviews, and essays on topics that range from health, movies, and restaurants, to mountain biking and floating homes. She's written for a variety of Bay Area companies, including Leapfrog, Dolby, and Autodesk. And, she's done voiceover work for movies, radios, and video games. She shares her home with an artist who loves to cook, a mixed breed terrier who should be in the movies, a calico cat who looks like a Disney creation, and her daughter, who teaches her everything, while the canine and feline teach her everything else.
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